Waka By Will: Queen Square Haiku

Haiku:
like the blues –
easy; impossible.

Where is he now,
cy’cling around?
Moving metal-music.

TUMP
pprrr… pprrrrr….
tap

Imagine
comprehending
how far away the sun is…

How do you
spell
the smell of the bark of a tree?

Th’only rule
(really) is: it simply has
to feel like one.

The un-sovereign ant
explores my t-shirt landscape.
A whistle through the airwaves.

Haiku.
Only haiku.
Lots of haiku.

The wind is
alive
and I can’t write it.

punctuation haiku

Poe
eh
tree.

Pough
e
treigh.

Poh
ea
trea.

Stewpid
bludee
langwij!

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